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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

*** Giveaway & Book Tour for RAVEN by Ashley Suzanne ***

In the debut of Ashley Suzanne’s
blistering-hot Fight or Flight series—perfect for fans of Monica Murphy and J.
Lynn—two sparring partners put their hearts on the line and push their bodies
to the edge.

Rian
Fields is done being a punching bag. When Rian was thirteen, her only friend
walked out on her, leaving Rian alone to mourn when she lost her mother three
years later. Then he came back into her life senior year, igniting new
desires—and breaking her trust permanently when he enlisted in the army. Now
Rian has finally found an outlet for her rage against the world: mixed martial
arts. But just as she’s learning the ropes, Garrett Rhodes turns her life
inside-out one more time.

As
much they hurt each other, Garrett never got over Rian. So when he gets the
call that she’s in jail, he bails her out, no questions asked. The years have
toughened her. Made her harder. Sexier. All she needs to make it as an MMA
fighter is the right coach, and Garrett’s man enough to train her. He just has
to go toe-to-toe with “Raven,” the fearless woman who takes control in the ring
. . . without falling for Rian, the vulnerable girl who still drives him crazy.

“Rian?
Rian, wait up,” a gruff voice calls.

Being
new to the school and not having had the chance to

make any friends yet, I keep
moving, knowing he’s yelling for

someone else that coincidentally has the same
name.

“Rian!”

I
turn around to examine my surroundings, when a tall, lean

boy runs directly into
me, scattering my books and schedule

across the hallway. Reaching down to pick
up my belongings,

the entire world stops when I make eye contact with the

person who’s been screaming my name up and down the

corridor. He was in fact
calling out for me.

“Garrett,”
I hoarsely whisper.

“I
knew
that was you back there. Not too many chicks named Rian,” he jokes, handing me
a book I failed to retrieve.

“How
did you know I was here?” Of all the schools in the

world, I’m at the one with
the only friend I ever really had.

“I
was sitting in the back of Ms. Sullivan’s class. I didn’t

recognize you at
first, but when she said your name, I knew

it

had to be you.” Garrett pulls me
into his arms and hugs me

tightly. If I wasn’t carrying all of this stuff, I
would have

hugged him back. There’s so much to tell him. So much to

talk about.

“Well,
I have to get to class. Can we talk later?” I ask, not

wanting to be late to
another class.

“Yeah,
meet me in the front. I’ll give you a ride home.”

One

more squeeze and he
starts walking in the opposite direction.

The
rest of the day passes by in a blur. All I can think about is

seeing Garrett
again. It’s amazing how he’s always there

when I need him most. Kind of like my
own personal

guardian angel disguised in loose jeans, a tight T-shirt, and

sneakers.

Waiting
just outside the main entrance, I see his eyes before

anything else. He’s the
only person I know with such

intense,

yet comforting, blue eyes. It’s probably
the only thing that

hasn’t changed about him over the last three years.
Standing

a good foot taller than the other boys, he effortlessly moves

through
the crowd until he’s standing right in front of me.

“You
ready?” he asks.

“Yep.”
The butterflies I used to get when I knew him before come fluttering back,
stealing all coherent thoughts from my

brain. Please, God, don’t let me be one
of those girls.

Garrett
grabs my hand and I try to ignore the electric current

racing up my arm, down
my spine, and straight to my belly.

I’ve never been electrocuted, but it
probably feels just like

this. Weaving through the rest of the students making
their

way through the parking lot, Garrett stops at a lifted black

pickup
truck. For the life of me, I’m not sure how I’m going to

get inside this beast.

“Need
some help?”

“If
you want me to get in this thing, then yeah, I’m gonna

need some help.” Before
my brain has time to catch up,

Garrett grabs hold of my hips and hoists me up
and into the

cab.

As
I bunch my skirt between my knees, Garrett shuts the door, leaving me alone. I
wait for him to enter and my

thoughts are racing wildly through my head. How
did he

afford such a nice truck? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he know about
my mom? Does he think I’m pretty? Can he tell